Death stocks but you know not,
Tired to very core still duty calls,
Action afar so fear has dimmed,
Wariness defeated by exhaustion,
Yet this is the faultiness of death,
For death watches, draws nearer,
With slow patience, eyes on you,
Ever alert, awaiting her chances,
Slow motion bringing ere closer,
Still you’re left nascent calm,
The crack din breaks desert sun,
You perceiving nothing but heat,
Silence surroundings is calmest,
First realization is last thought,
Far too late you know your end,
And complete she fades back,
For the hunt must begin again…